I am not Like the Moon

When reason seeks the meaning of a man  
a heart can sense things, eyes cannot see.  
And when lives remain a great mystery,  
God holds the clues with a symbolic  
gentleness.  
 
Our paths past are left in disarray  
like children, we leave behind  
a trail of sins not confessed,  
but hidden & buried within our mind.  
 
Now and then  
spots and stains seem to appear  
out of our darkened den  
causing conviction, O so, near.  
 
This is a process of growing  
that perhaps, all of us must bear  
But we have the ability and in knowing  
to vanquish through prayer and share  
and in sharing  
cleanse.  
 
In immaculate solitude  
our lives are set in place  
but lost within interludes  
 
I am; and I am not like the moon  
neither full of it, nor Bullshit!  
I am raw and honest and within  
my eccentricity, I am me  
and often I laugh at them  
for being the same.  
 
In all the world's spinning out of control  
and all the present day craziness  
Intimate friendships are difficult  
to find no less cultivate  
and despite our fears, our stress  
let us not be indolent in our attempts  
to try.  
 
If only for now  
let us try.